Skies like sheets of shale
floated above our pretty heads,
shedding fat drops of rain
upon an unseasonably warm
December day in Michigan.
I broke free from your grip
beneath our shared plastic umbrella,
ran into the yard
and spun around six times,
arms outstretched like an albatross,
face upturned to the miles and miles
of unbroken grey clouds.
I stopped and called to you,
fly with me.
as my palms turned up
and reached for you, involuntarily.
You laughed, staccato,
and your ambiguous smile
was nothing more than
an ugly daguerreotype
set before a landscape
of compassionate trees.
I'd rather not get wet,
you said
and I think
I've always resented you
for that.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
Skies like sheets of shale
floated above our pretty heads,
shedding fat drops of rain
upon an unseasonably warm
December day in Michigan.
I broke free from your grip
beneath our shared plastic umbrella,
ran into the yard
and spun around six times,
arms outstretched like an albatross,
face upturned to the miles and miles
of unbroken grey clouds.
I stopped and called to you,
fly with me.
as my palms turned up
and reached for you, involuntarily.
You laughed, staccato,
and your ambiguous smile
was nothing more than
an ugly daguerreotype
set before a landscape
of compassionate trees.
I'd rather not get wet,
you said
and I think
I've always resented you
for that.
